the amazing adventures of jen14221

back in boston

I have never had a longer car ride in my life. We are back in Boston, and Will is screaming, Petey is meowing and Peter is very busy watching TV.

Here's a shot of Peter and Will. Will stopped crying for a few minutes so we could take this picture.

bad packer

We are in Buffalo and I am a bad packer. I have about 20 outfits for baby Will and I packed myself one pair of pants and two shirts. However, I did pack a large supply of makeup. I don't even wear makeup anymore. Maybe if I do my eyes up no one will know I am wearing the same pair of pants for all four days I am here.

real estate

Here is my dream house, in the 14221 zip code. Maybe someday.
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It's on a cul-de-sac so I would not have to worry so much about Will getting hit by an assy speedy Boston driver, it has a wood burning fireplace so those Buffalo winters won't sting so much, and it has a 9-person hot tub so Peter and I can hold some swingers parties.

It's $204,000.

In Boston, this house would cost $204,000 for the driveway alone.

I hate Boston.

sick baby

It's days like today that I really wish I was a stay at home mom. Will is sick again (today he has a fever as well as that lovely barking cough) and I just cannot take him to daycare. He has an ear infection, he is coughing, now the fever and the whole teething/drooling thing is making him not a happy baby. He does not like the amoxicillin (who would?) and is starting to resent me when I give him his dosage 3x daily.

Peter's job is sooooo important that he can't miss it, and I do not have a mom or other relative that I can leave the boy with, so I have to stay home. Don't get me wrong, I know I have to stay home with him and I love being with him but the guilt of missing work is killing me. Which is a feeling I am not accustomed to having.

good news

Gate of Heaven will not close!

a day full of fun

at the Children's Museum

at the doctor's office

NO BIRDS TODAY

more birds

On Friday, a girl at the M Street Park told me that birds in your house are a sign of very bad luck. Well, yesterday really quite sucked. Today was not so hot either. Will and I went to noon mass at Gate of Heaven and in flew a bird, right in the middle of the 2nd reading.

birds!

A little over a year ago I discovered that there were birds living in our bathroom ceiling. They were there for a few months in the springtime, had some babies (lots of chirps in the AM) and then went away. They came back this spring and had more babies.

Here is where the birds live
This morning I was rudely awoken by Petey the cat howling, scratching at the wall that seperates the our bedroom from the master bath. There was quite a bit of rustling and peeping coming from inside the wall! I supposed that a baby bird had wandered from the nest and fallen down the space inside the wall.

Bird or birds were inside this wall
So I tried to get to the bird. I could not let it starve to death. I am an animal lover, you know.

Here is where I tried to get the bird out.
Unfortunatley, after I broke my back pulling Peter's massive armoire out from the wall and cleaned up all the dustbunnies hiding back there, I shocked myself when trying to pull out the electrical socket. My teeth were rattling!

Here is Petey looking upset that I almost died along with the bird(s)
So I called the Animal Rescue League and they sent a nice animal lover named Brad over to rescue the bird(s). He brought his trusty hammer and pounded a big hole in the wall and reached in to save a momma bird (we let her fly away out the window to recover) and a baby bird, so small and not yet able to fly. Brad took baby bird with him to the ARL for rehabilitation.

Here is a picture of my wall now, with small hole.
If I vacumm and push the armoire back, Peter won't even notice until we eventually move out!

corn

Will had apples for breakfast, carrots for lunch and corn for dinner. I can't wait to see his diaper tomorrow morning.

monday morning

Will has been waking up in strange patterns lately. I have been putting him down to bed as normal, between 6 and 7 pm. For the last week or so he has been waking up crying at about 9pm, and needs rocking to go back to sleep. Then, he sleeps through the night and wakes up at 5:15am, which kind of sucks. I have been putting two diapers on him in the hopes that he will not soak through but that does not work. He's napping now, and then it's to the M Street Park for MOMS group. I seem to have misplaced my South Boston charm bracelet so I think I need to clean house. There is shit on every available horizontal surface in this house. Super-crafty, that's what I am.